Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Happenings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
JFA,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Rundgren,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
Liliput,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Agent Orange,
Althea and Donna,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moleskins,
LL Cool J,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Normal,
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
John Holt,
Ralphi Rosario,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
Oneida,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arab on Radar,
Fugazi,
The Searchers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
Animal Collective,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Selecter,
Das Ding,
the Swans,
Bluetip,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.